Walk the Ewok

[Dakka Skoochee]

Spoiler: Music OOC

The village of Okirakak was alive and vibrant that warm and sunny morning.
For two weeks straight, actually, were to be the village’s ongoing festivities.
Endor, that is where the celebrations take place, in their home of Okirakak.
These Ewoks, those of the Wild Twilight Tribe, with mountains at their back.

A village on the planet is flanked by forest, nestled at the foothill of mountains.
River running by it, where people can fetch their water, such as Quack and Quill.
Weren’t Ewoks, they were Humans and merchants, visiting village and villagers.
They had strange names, thought one Ewok, as he watches his home from a hill.

Sitting on his furry behind again, Ma would say, but she’s back home shaping clay.
Clay. In this village of Okirakak, winning axe-hand tournaments rewarded you clay.
Generally a most majestically modeled shape of a guitar that is made out of clay.
This Ewok never won it, he thinks as he stuffs his face with elderberry pie-paste.

The hill is comfortably grassy, a grassy hill for a furry Ewok, and the bubbly person.
At least, sometimes, for this Ewok can also prove to be a bit of a furious kinda guy.
He gets angered when people do wrong, when they don’t listen too, also at vermin.
Armed with bow and arrow, sling and stone, dagger and spear, this Ewok can fight.

Right now, he spends his time sitting on his hill, donned in his leathery tan hood.
Tanned from an animal, a fox-elk, or was it a rabbit-sake, it’s something anyway.
Lots of animals on Endor, creatures in the forest, beasts in the mountains, river.
An Ewok, Dakka Skoochee, imagines what could be, his fate—thoughts curve.

Maybe instead of a Guardian Dakka Skoochee could have been village chief?
Maybe, just maybe, but Dakka Skoochee is content to be what he needs to be.
If the Wild Twilight Tribe needs him to defend them then Skochee will do just so.
Dakka is a loyal and honorable Ewok, he thinks, no matter how the wind may blow.

Forgetting about the future, he focuses on the present, attention on the village.
The pie is sweet, O so very tasty, and Dakka Scoochee is excited for evening.
That is when the parties will once again truly begin and he may yet take part in.
Dakka Scooche, he must keep vigilant with his gaze on the gates, Guardian.

O broken bark, from tree did I peel you.
Once whole upon your tower of maple.
Upon you, I paint ink, write my fables.
No poet, no writer, just lies and truth.

 

[Dakka Skoochee]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Mmm yes pleasant tidings my squirrel pig.
Dakka beams in his sleep, yes, in a dream.
No, no, don't put the potato beside the stick.
Something something till woken from sleep.

“OOCHA! OOCHA!”

The cry came out of nowhere, gave Dakka quite a fright.

“WHO GOES THERE, I SAY!?”

His spear went here, there, looking for who so named.

“OOCHA! OOCHA!”

The cry swelled, like hell came galloping over a hill.
Dakka had seen a horse once and it became his kill.
He spun around, what he earlier learned was a 360.
Finally, he faces the shouter, or whatever Oocha be.

“You are Oocha?” Came Dakka’s spear-jab at the loud Ewok man.
The other Ewok stopped atop the hill, hands on knees, breathing.
“Oocha… Oocha…” Pant-pant, breathe-breathe. “Ooooooooocha…”
Looking left, right, Dakka sees no other, begins to wonder. “Oocha?”

This time the Guardian jabs his thumb at himself for a spell.
“Do you mean to say that I, Dakka Skoochee, am also Oocha?”
Breathing, that other Ewok is, grey fur coat to contrast brown pelt.
Dakka’s, that is, though he hopes to keep his where it is. “Oocha!?”

He repeated, only to be given the silence of frantic breath.
Finally, the other Ewok snaps to attention, hands on chest.
“No, you forgotten frog of a toad, I am Nanana Bokokobo!”
Dakka tilts his head as if all of this should now make sense.

“Oocha is my friend, back down in the village, but I can’t find him!”
Dakka pinches his chin at this, holding spear haft with one hand.
Considering this other Ewok’s predicament, whoever he really is.
He didn’t recognize him, it was mutual, likely from another village.

Mmm not uncommon for foreigners to visit especially for festivities.
Dakka looks up, wondering if the clouds presented omens today.
Hmmm, the waterskin is rather baggy, the wineskin a wee empty.
Signs in a Trident Cloud, also symbols in a Mask Cloud in a way.

“HEY ARE YOU DONE LOOKING AT THE SUN, DUMBDUMB?”
Asked that other one, a rather rude Ewok from Pimbukbum.
Maybe. Crazy guy. “Why come to me? I guard the gates, silly!”
Nanana clapped his hands at that, angrily. “I just had a feeling!”

Drumming finger on chin, Dakka shakes his spear at him.
“And I have a feeling that you lost your walnuts long ago!”
Nanana sighed back. “If you help me, I shall give you this.”
With that, he produced ‘this’, which was a tasty fish bone.

“AKKA DAKKA I’LL TAKE IT”
With that, Dakka snatched.
Nanana jerked his hand back.
“Ah-ah-ah, first we go find him.”

The two Ewoks exchanged head nods.
As one, they then begin to move along.
Bokokobo and Skoochee, whoda thought?
Marching to find some...imaginary Ewok?

 

[Dakka Skoochee]

Spoiler: Music IC

Music in the village, variety of instruments.
Some stringy thing, and it is a violin, maybe.
Maybe not. Thinks an Ewok moving along.
Drums, the flute. Dakka likes the music, too.

“We found it! HUZZAKAKAAHH!”

Cries his companion, Nanana, another Ewok with a mind lost to time.
Lost his berries, O quite right. Standing beside the Guardian of Okirakak.
“We found the village!” Arms in the air at the entrance, waving a rhyme.
Looking about, villagers moving around, oblivious. “We already found it.”

Weren’t they looking for that other Ewok, Nanana’s friend, named Oocha?
“Well…we found it again!” Excitement in his breath, he slaps Dakka’s chest.
“So let us not delay, Guardian Skoochee!” One furry foot forward, that Nanana.
Past the entrance, upon the grass, a pair of four feet cross land. A strange head.

Maybe he lost his marbles, too, Nanana Bokokobo, perhaps battling evil lizards.
Dakka fought an evil lizard once, beast of a thing, gave him a good run, he won.
“Greetings, Guardian Skoochee!” Greets a passing villager. “Hello.” Goes another.
Dakka nods back, stone sentinel, while Nanana waves vibrantly like a long lost son.

“Where did you last see your friend, Oocha?”
“No, no,” Nanana points to his chest. “Nanana.”
Dakka shakes his head. Grass, give me strength!
“Not calling you Oocha. Referring to your friend.”

Nanana straightens his hood, a black leathery thing with torn edges. Battle maybe?
Maybe Nanana was a warrior? Right, could be. Silly. He was silly. Maybe insane, too.
“At the tavern, of course.” They pass a home, a child dancing in flowers, looking giddy.
Sunlight on the horizon, clouds in the sky, party tables on the left, a tavern on the right.

“The Bird Box,” Nanana confirms, and Dakka affirms, nods. “Oocha was having drinks.”
Drinks indeed. Dakka liked to drink, he liked chestnut ale, elderberry wine. Oh, water, too.
“I guess we should go inside. Maybe he’s still inside.” Hiding under the table from Mr. Ditzy.
“Now THAT is silly. If he was inside would I go outside to find the guy, my guy? Would you!?”

Pinching his chin, Dakka has no response. “Well…Fiola was drunk once on the tavern’s roof…”
Feels his counterpart blinking at him. “What does that have to do with anything?” I need food.
“Nothing.” Dakka shrugs, wondering if Oocha is a master drinker, if Oocha even exists that is.
“Well, the bartender maybe has some answers as to where your friend was last. Let’s head in!”

Just then, the tavern’s entrance gives way, the wood on the door swinging and creaking. A voice.
“Dakka Skoochee, I thought that was you from the window! Why aren’t you at your post!?” Moyf.
Captain Moyf, that was, of the Okirakak Guardians. Maybe this means no promotion. “OH I SAY.”
Oh no. Nanana steps forward, bear chest authority. “He’s helping the tribe of Death Star Ray!”

 

[Dakka Skoochee]

Spoiler: Music IC

Captain Moyf of the Okirakak Guardians. That was a man who could make even an Ewok pee in his furry pants.
Not that Dakka Skoochee was the kind of Ewok who wore pants, in fact he did not, and is still considered a man.
Not in the sense of being Human but, rather, in the sense of being a male Ewok, and quite proud to be an Ewok at that.
On the other hand, few possessed more pride than Captain Moyf, of whose victories were strictly speaking very grand.

Hmmm I remember this one time when the Fibby-Wibby Monkeys were invading camp and— “DAKKA DID YA EVEN HEAR ME!?”
Snap back to reality, Dakka jumped in his seat, even though he was standing, quite factually if not far from being very naturally.
“Captain Moyf, sir, captain, what is the meaning of your question, for I did not understand it when you first asked, please repeat?”
For a moment, Captain Moyf stands, gives his foot a bit of a tap, arms crossed, like his brows. “What are you doing with this freak?”

“I en’t no freak, cap’n, sir!” Speaks Nanana, suddenly in a different accent or something other. “We Death Star Rays are brave!”
The Ewok looks left, looks right. “I know what they say! That we worship the Imps of old, But I assure you this is far from the case!”
Looks right, looks left. “I imagine few of you fine folk of this tavern and this village have even set your gaze on a lad of my face!”
Looks down, looks up. “What say you invite me in for a nice cold lager, maybe a warm ale, a glass of mead, or a cup of tea, eh, mates?”

Cap’n’ Moyf looks up, looks down, cooking up a frown. “Now, I don’t know if your kind are Imp-lovers or not, but you are strange.”
Apparently that much wasn’t up for debate. Nanana nodded. Dakka shrugged like let’s-get-on-with-it. “Do you intend to invade?”
“Death Star Ray doesn't attack its own, m’lord! I implore you, allow me inside so that I can find my friend. And Oocha is his name!”
Captain Moyf considered this, brushing whiskers on his weathered chin. “We shall see. I've questions. Dakka Skoochee, lead the way!”

“AYE AYE CAPITAN!” Dakka, quite nobly if admittedly boldly, gave a salute and stepped to.
The Guardian, they called him, for he was a guardian, and so Dakka began to motion in.
One foot forward toward the village. “No, no, the TAVERN you IDIOT.” Cried his captain.
“AT ONCE, MY LORD!” Toward the door, the tavern’s that was, as all made their move.

The music inside The Bird Box was a bit different. Hmm, yes, that does explain the trumpet.
Or the somethin’. Some kinda horn instrument, it was, alongside the drum, and bell bumpin’.
“What can I do ya for?” Asked the bartender as Captain Moyf led Dakka and Nanana up to him.
“Three Ocarinas with lime. Stronger this time. I believe I’m gonna need it.” Thumped the captain.

“I’ll find us a seat.”
“I found us a seat.”
Dakka thusly blinked.
As Nanana moved feet.

“Everyone sit down and shut up,” said the captain.
“Sip your drinks.” All three sipped. “I have questions.”
Nanana blinked. “What are you doing in this village?”
Meanwhile, Dakka distracted by this nearby woman.

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“You said shut up, Captain. So…can I now speak?”
-TABLE SLAP!- “Yes, speak, or are you a dumdum?"
I should get her name. Dakka thinks of that minx.
“Well, you see, I am looking for my friend, Oocha.”

The Captain blinks as if testing his would be guest.
“If that is true then where was Oocha last seen?”
“In this tavern, sergeant major sir. Having a drink.”
-CUP SLAM!- “It’s captain, cretin! Hmmm I see…”

Everyone looked around as if hoping to spot the Oocha.
“Did you leave your friend behind in the tavern or what?”
“No, not so.” Nanana politely denied. “I went to go pee.”
“Gone when you got back?” Nod. “It’s quite a mystery.”

“What if…”
Dakka leaned in.
“Oocha never existed.
And we’re looking for a fish?”

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[Dakka Skoochee]

Spoiler: Music IC (Recurring)

“What if…” A voice began, but hard to pinpoint where it was coming from in this establishment.
“There are no Ewoks…” It didn’t sound like anyone familiar with or who was so far experienced.
The trio of Ewoks—Dakka, Nanana, Captain—and thank ya extended hyphen—they just listened.
“...And this isn’t even…Endor…” The three furry creatures blinked at one another in their position.

“What if,” Captain Moyf began. “You’re an idiot with a few too many Tsirakis to drink, hey, ya think?”
Attention turned toward an adjacent table with a rather rotund Ewok sitting at it and lifting a drink.
“I mean…just hear me out…” He spoke to them but looked at the ceiling. “What if Ewoks are like Sith.”
Curious. Dakka stroked his furry chin. What if we are Jedi AND Sith? It's a possibility. He did consider it.

“A fish is a bit like a Sith,” added Nanana. “On the topic of looking for a fish, that is.”
Moyf just blinked at everybody. “What the kriff? We’re not even looking for Sith!”
“Or fish!” Dakka butted in. “YOU MENTIONED!” Moyf sounded a bit infuriated.
“We’re looking for a BLOODY. EWOK. NAMED. OOCHA. Or am I just INSANE?”

Dakka looked at Nanana. They both looked at that other Ewok drinking alone.
“What if…” The latter began like an attacker in a dance. “...We’re just clones?”
“...” “...” “...” “...” “...And I don’t even have elbows…because a rancor ate them?”
“That’s it.” Cap rose. “Done with you idiots. You’re on your own. Till death.”

With that, he finished his drink and walked away.
The adjacent Ewok looked back, a smile on face.
“Oocha. Ain’t that the same guy who likes cake?”
Another swig. “Heard he wanted to learn to bake.”

Nanana looked at Dakka. “If this is true, where is your baker?”
Dakka lifted his shoulders. “We have Mamama, in the center.”
Great baker. Yes. I do like her tea cakes. Yes. Also her cheesecake.
“Then let’s see her, mate!” Nanana then slipped on a banana.

 

[Dakka Skoochee]

Spoiler: Musica

In the center of the village of Okirakak was a motherly Ewok whose child referred to as ‘Mama’.
However, she was not the baker, just some random Ewok mother. She was not the ‘Mamama’.
So two Ewoks strolled past her and their names were Dakka and Nanana. “Ohh I say HELLO.”
Nanana gestured to a building with a sign on it that needs fixing. “Crooked as a blind goat!”

“I’ve never seen a blind goat,” Dakka shrugged back. “I’ve seen a blind bear and a blind donkey.”
Neither of which mattered really. “Can we go in now please?” They had to hurry and find Oocha.
“Wait waaaaiiiiit. Why is this place named Bonkers Bakers?” The crooked sign had a backwards B.
“You’ll see,” Dakka shrugged. He could shrug so much that it hurt him and gave him a bad spleen.

“ALAS ONCE MORE UNTO THE FRAY” Nanana exclaimed. “OOCHA, HERE I COME MY LOVELY ONE”
With that, he stepped forth toward the door and gave it a mighty shove but oops it did not budge.
“You gotta pull.” “Oh.” “No the OTHER pull.” “Like this?” “No no you idiot that’s just another PUSH.”
“GOOD HEAVENS!” Came a voice as the door swung forth and knocked Nanana back into a bush.

An Ewok stood in the doorway brandishing a rolling pin ready to swing away, no mistake.
“WHO GOES THERE I SAY!?” Wow she really wields that thingy-thingy like some SHILLELAGH.
“It is I, Dakka Skoochee!” He said with arms raised. “We come in peace! I love your pastries!”
She looked between both bear boys as if they were toys and it was Christmas. “HEY! COME!”

She waved both Ewoks inside the baker’s shop. She had a sideways eye and one drooping ear.
Her coat was grey with black stripes and she had a hat that looked like a giant white mushroom.
“Oh honey, we have customers!” She led them within the establishment which consisted of food.
“That’s Mamama.” “Ya mama?” "Not mah mama. Mamama.” “Hm?” Mamama inclined so as to hear.

She negotiated her way behind the counter. Baking goods and baked goods were lined up around her.
On the other side were pies and pastries, cookies and donuts, sweet stuff that surrounded everyone.
“Oh honey, I think these two Shistavanen would like to buy some pie. Right?” Mamama smiled wide.
“Who is she talking to?” Nanana whispered to Dakka. There seemed to be no one else in the room.

“Don’t worry. She’s kinda crazy. She never married and we are not Shistavanen.” Dakka whispered.
“Would either of you fine Bothans like a drink?” Both Dakka and Nanana just blinked back at her.
“I’ll have a cup of elderberry cinnamon hibiscus honeybush dandelion root cornflower tea please!”
“Consider it done! And for you, Sakka Dooky?” Grrrrrrr why can she never get anybody’s name right?

“I’d like two ounces of your best eighteen-year-old highland single malt scotch, miss, if you got it.”
“That’s a discriminating choice!” Came a very excited voice that just then slapped the countertop.
That action startled both Ewoks and made some plates and cups clatter. Yet nothing was broken.
“That’s a discriminating plate!” Nanana pointed. Then Dakka. “And a marvelously quaint teapot!”

“Ohhh my, yes, what a fine dining set I bought!” Mamama presented her cups, saucers and bowls.
Jugs, canisters and basins. Onward to plates and spoons and forks and knives. They had names.
“Over here you will find General Cake Knife, donned in an intricate red bow!” That bow is jade.
“And oh this is Mrs. Tea Caddy! I won it in a bid on bYea! She is brand new!” That caddy is old.

“Honey, please hurry with the tea,” she told nobody. “And put the scotch brand on the tabletop.”
No response.“Did you hear me!?” She walked off, came back, her smile like yesterday was today.
Only she had an antique sica in one hand and a bag of Doritos in the other. “Ya ready for cake!?”
Dakka and Nanana shared looks. “Actually I’d particularly fancy a cookie. ASSUMING it’s okay?”

Mamama set aside her whozitwotzit’s. “Kay! Here’s a cookie!” She promptly offered him a tray.
“Aren’t those...donuts?”It was all a dumbfounded Dakka Skoochee could do to stand and gaze.
“EAT THE CHEESE” She screamed as Nanana spat out ‘something’ but it flew back into his face.
“EHDA CHEES!” He screamed back. It was evident to both men this was going to be a long day.
Mamama addressed dolls on the counter. “Want pink lemon cakes with your purple lemonade?”

Ask now, Dak, or may as well go away. “Sorry, Mamama, but we came here looking for a friend.”
“SAY HELLO TO A THREAT” She held up a doll that had made Dakka gulp his chocolate donut.
“But oh Tess is best.” “Text is best?” Makes sense. “No I said Tess is best! Keen as I am on text.”
“About that friend…” Nanana wiped crumbs from his eyes. “Mamama, his name is…Oocha…”

“Ah yes!” She broke into a bit of a jig. “I know where he is!”
Dakka and Nanana shared looks. “You mean you’ve seen him!?”
“Of course, silly! He came here after the tavern! Drunk as a skunk!”
“So…where is he now, if I may?” She didn’t blink. “Oh. I baked him Yay?”

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